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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
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 London and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.