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 Rwanda and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.