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 Poland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.