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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.