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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.