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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.