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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.