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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.