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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.