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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swans,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.