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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.