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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.