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 Croatia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.