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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.