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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.