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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.