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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.