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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.