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 Armenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Quantec,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.