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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.