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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.