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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.