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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
Mars,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.