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 Laos and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.