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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.