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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.