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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Symarip,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.