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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Television,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.