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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.