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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.