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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.