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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.