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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.