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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.