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 China and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.