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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.