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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.