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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.