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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
the Swans,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Swans,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.