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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style 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?
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.