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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
CMW,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.