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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.