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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.