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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
This Heat,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.