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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Y Pants 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Scion,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.