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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.