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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.