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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.