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 Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.