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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Q65,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.