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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.