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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.