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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.