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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.