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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.