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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 chamberlin 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
The Human League,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.