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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
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.