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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.