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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Visage,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.