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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.