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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.