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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.