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 Lebanon 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.