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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.