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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.