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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.