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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.