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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Television,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Cluster,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.