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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.