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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.