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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.