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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s 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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.