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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
MC5,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.