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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.