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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
10cc,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.