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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.