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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.