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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.