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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
New Order,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.