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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.