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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.