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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.