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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.