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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.