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 Belarus 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.