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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.