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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.