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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.