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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.