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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.