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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.