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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.