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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.