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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad 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?
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
CMW,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Saints,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.