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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.