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 India 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
X-102,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.