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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.