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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.