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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.