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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Move,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Can,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.