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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.