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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.