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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Happenings to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.