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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Brick,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.