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 Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.