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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.