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 Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.