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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.