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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.