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 Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.