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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.