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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.