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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.