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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.