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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.