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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.