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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.