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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the disco 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.