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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Magazine,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.