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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.