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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.