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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.