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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.