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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Television,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Wire,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.