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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.