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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.