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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.