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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.