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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Unwound,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
MDC,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.