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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.