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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.