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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.