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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.