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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.