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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.