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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.