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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.