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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.