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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.