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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.