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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.