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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Can,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.