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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
UT,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.