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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Yaz,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.