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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.