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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.