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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.