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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Gang of Four 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
X-102,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.