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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.