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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
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.