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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.