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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.