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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.