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 Laos and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Gong,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.