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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.