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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.