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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.