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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.