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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 organ 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.