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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.