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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Brick,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.