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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.