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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
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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.