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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
The Move,
Qualms,
Pole,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.