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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.