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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.