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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.