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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.