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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Faust,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.