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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Pylon,
X-102,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.