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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire 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?
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.