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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.