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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.