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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.