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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.