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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.