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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.