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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
UT,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Flag,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.