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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Move,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Nico,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.