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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.