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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.