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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.