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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.