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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.