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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.