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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.