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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.