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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
EPMD,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.