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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.