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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.