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 Taiwan 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.