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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.