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 Congo 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.