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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the funk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.