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 Bolivia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Smog 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.