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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.