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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
DNA,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.