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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
June Days,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
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.