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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.