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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Wings,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.