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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.