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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the rap 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Wings,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.