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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.