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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.