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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '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 Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.