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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
UT,
The Index,
The Leaves,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.