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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.