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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.