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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.