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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.