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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.