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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.