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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.