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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.