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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.