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 China and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.