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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.