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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.