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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
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.