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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.