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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.