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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.