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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.