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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.