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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Magma,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.