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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
New Order,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.