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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.