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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.