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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
the Association,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.