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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.