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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.