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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.