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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.