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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.