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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.