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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.