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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.