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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.