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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Shoche,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.