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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.