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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.