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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Nas,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.