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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.