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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.