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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.