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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.