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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.