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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.