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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.