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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Move 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.