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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.