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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.