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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.