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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.