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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.