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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.