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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '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 June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Wire,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.