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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Pole,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.