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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.