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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Magazine,
X-102,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.