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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.