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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.