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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.