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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.