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 Bulgaria 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Hashim,
Television,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.