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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.