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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.