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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.