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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.