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 Fiji 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Television,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.