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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Television,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.