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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.