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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.