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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.