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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.