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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Ludus,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.