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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.