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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.