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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.