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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
The Martian,
Visage,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.