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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.