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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.