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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.