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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.