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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.