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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.