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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.