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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.