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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.