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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.