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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.