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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Gong,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.