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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.