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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.