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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Martian to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
X-101,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.