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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.