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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Smog,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.