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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.