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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.