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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.