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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.