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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.