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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.