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 Chile and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.