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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.