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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.