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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.