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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
The Gories,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
AZ,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.