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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Unwound,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.