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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
AZ,
June of 44,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.