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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Q65,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.