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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
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.