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 Romania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Slave,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.