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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.