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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.