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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.