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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.