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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
The Standells,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.