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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.