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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.