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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.