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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.