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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.