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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
CMW,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.