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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.