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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.