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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Organ,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.