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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.