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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.