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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.