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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.