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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.