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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Television,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.