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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Visage,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.