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 Panama 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 Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Q65,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.