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 Australia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.