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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Index,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.