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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.