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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.