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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
June Days,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.