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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.