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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.