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 Lithuania 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Flesh Eaters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.