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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Ossler,
The Index,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.