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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.