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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.