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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.