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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.