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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.