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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.