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 United States and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.