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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions 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?
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
AZ,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.