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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.