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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
JFA,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.