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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.