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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.