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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motions to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.