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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.