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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.