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 Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.