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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.