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 Spain 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.