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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.