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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.