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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Wake to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.