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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.