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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.