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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.