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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The Residents,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.