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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.