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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.