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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.