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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Associates,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.