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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.