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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.