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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.