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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
UT,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.