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 Norway 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
June Days,
X-102,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.