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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.