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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.