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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.