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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.