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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Japan to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.