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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.