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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.