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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.