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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.