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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.