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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.