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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.