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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toasters to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
PIL,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.