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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.