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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.