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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.