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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.