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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Wire,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Slave,
The Residents,
Scion,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.