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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.