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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 grime 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.