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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
AZ,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.