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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Slave,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.