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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.