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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.