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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Magazine,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.