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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.