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 Kenya and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Cameo,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.