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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Pole,
The Litter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.