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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.