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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.