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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.