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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.