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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
MC5,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.