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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Crime,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.