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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.