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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.