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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.