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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Sound,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.