Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Can,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The New Christs,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.