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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.