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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.