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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.