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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.