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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Ludus,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.