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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Section 25,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.