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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.