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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.