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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.