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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.