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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.