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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
X-101,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.