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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.