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 Vanuatu 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.