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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.