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 Libya and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.