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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Pylon,
EPMD,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
New Order,
Can,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.