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 Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Litter 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.