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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.