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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Associates,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.