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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.