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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.