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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Bluetip,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.