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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.