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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.