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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.