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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.