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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
JFA,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.