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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
The Fall,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
June Days,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.