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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.