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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.