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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
UT,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.