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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.