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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.