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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.