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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Aswad to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.