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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.