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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.