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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Swans,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.