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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Slave,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.