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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.