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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Index,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.