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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.