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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Motions,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.