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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.