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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.