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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.