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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.