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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
10cc,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.