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 Togo and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.