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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.