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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.