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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.