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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
UT,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.