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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.