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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Visage,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Technova,
Aswad,
Can,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
X-101,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.