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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.