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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Faraquet to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.