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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
June Days,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.