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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.