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 Mali and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Can,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.