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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
the Association,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
UT,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.