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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.