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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Rekid,
Skaos,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.