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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.