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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.