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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.