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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.