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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.