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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.