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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.