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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Trojans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
10cc,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.