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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.