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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.