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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.