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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.