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 China and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.