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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.