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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.