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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Index,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.