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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.