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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.