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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.