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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.