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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.