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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.