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 El Salvador 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.