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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Faust,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.