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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Icehouse,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.