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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Marmalade,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.