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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.