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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.