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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.