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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.