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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.